In my story there are few things that went right and more instances where the terms "royally screwed" or "genuinely fucked up" could not and I mean could not even cover how bad the situations really were. To say that my life has been overly deprived or even remotely terrible up until this point would be a straight out lie. It's just the few times when life decided to hand me the shorter end of that proverbial stick, for some reason I got it worse than most. It started when I found out that my oldest brother, Cloud, was moving out to live with his real dad in Midgar. He was the only person that truly understood me as a person. Where my older sister, Xion, had only seen me as a means to vent her troubles, Cloud let me be the person I wanted to without any interruption or negative feedback. He had gone through it all … well a lot of it any way. You see Cloud was the first child in the family to come out as gay. So by the age of fifteen he had had the talk with our parents about how he was an abomination against society and that our ever loving and merciful God had a spot picked out for him in hell.
I had always known that he was different, even though I was five years younger than him. He didn't act all flamboyant like you see on the television but it was noticeable at least to all of the siblings that, Cloud, had a few too many male body builder posters in his room and the bottoms that he glanced at in the hallways did not have any sort of fe- in their sex identification.
Cloud was gone within the week of his coming out to our parents, that is to say our mother and his stepfather. From the way my dad had made his views known, back when we were all very young, various topics, such as homosexuality, the difference of races, and generally anything that did not conform to his self-proclaimed universal standards for society, were put in the lowest of the low societal categories, basically a dubbed "untouchable." Cloud did feel some of my dad's hatred in the form of a bright blue and purple shiner to the left eye. It would have been worse had our mother not stepped in. After that he spent the rest of the week packing up all of the items he held dear and left. I haven't seen him in six years, three months, and seventeen days.
The second thing did not happen directly to me but my mother, who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died a week later. This was about a year and a half after Cloud left. I was just about to enter the eighth grade. Being the only twelve year old in my year did not help at all as most of the kids were thirteen and fourteen. Mom was the only one after Cloud that understood me. I would talk to her in those spare moments when it was just her and me; she doted on my bastard of a father hand and foot. Some of my fondest memories are of when it was just my siblings, my mom, and me together. My mom would tell me, "Sora, you can be whatever and whoever you want in life . . . you just have to make it happen." I've taken her words with me all throughout my short life.
I really do not want to talk about my mom right now it just makes me feel more depressed than usual.
For the grand third item on my shit list is I myself came out to my sister about six months after Mom died. Not only that I was gay but that I also liked to dress in girls clothes in my spare time. I can't help it if that's what tickles my fancy. Let's just say I like the idea of being very submissive and it just so happens I have the build for it too.